Moon Dancer was a peculiar Pony to share a room with.

For someone who was so forward in her actions, the girl could barely stand straight at the mere thought of me being in the same room as her.

Pathetic.

Her home was quaint, A relatively spacious two-story house close to the educational district of the city, which brought me close to both The Grand Canterlot Library and Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. A small blessing.

A much larger blessing is the Love that permeates the air of the city.

Determining whether it is because of the population density, or perhaps some other reason, will require more research and study.

But for now, I have gained a manner of lodging, thanks to Moon Dancer.
A way of feeding myself thanks to the almost suffocating density of Love in Canterlot.
And a way to make money, thanks to a series of long abandoned Gem Mines built underneath the city, and a new identity that I shall write on a different page.

In a few more days, The immigration offices should contact me, and my stay in this nation should be legalized.

And then my research can finally begin in earnest.

"So now he's sleeping with you? Isn't that a bit quick?"

Moon Dancer felt her body collapse onto the sofa in Lemon Hearts' living room, a tired groan leaving her body.
"He's not even sleeping with me, we're just sharing a bed,"

Moon Dancer ignored the whistle of appreciation leaving Minuette's mouth as Twinkleshine started braiding her hair.

"Minuette, please, Moonie is having a tough time acclimating to her new circumstances," Lemon Hearts told the blue Unicorn.

"Oh come on! You can't tell me that she gets a coltfriend before all of us, and now she doesn't know what to do? It's easy!" Minuette stood up and pushed Moon Dancer to the side, making space on the sofa to lay down on.

Now with the two Unicorns lying side by side on the sofa, Minuette opened her mouth, ready to explain the birds and the bees to her friend.

"He's not even my boyfriend," Moon Dancer groaned into the sofa, shutting Minuette up, "I don't even think he likes me, He just took my bed, my fridge, my desk, my papers, and my ink, I wouldn't be surprised if he takes the keys and the deeds while he's at it,"

The three other Unicorns looked at each other, "So do you want him out of your house?" Twinkleshine asked.

"Yes! No! I'm not sure, It's complicated..." A sigh left the red-haired Unicorn, Her mane braided by the gentle Twinkleshine, her body squashed against the back pillows of the sofa by the perverted Minuette, and her head resting on the sofa of the responsible Lemon Hearts.

"Life is complicated," Lemon Hearts said from her place on the nearby loveseat, "It's our job as adults to uncomplicate it,"

"Did you fuck him yet?" Whatever mood Lemon Hearts' appropriate words gave was instantly rendered meaningless as Minuette opened her mouth and asked.

"Minuette!!!"

"What? We all saw him. Tall, Dark, Mysterious, Probably a serial killer, He's like one of those characters in those Smut novels you say are art," The blue unicorn rolled her eyes at her friends' reaction before she rolled off the sofa, "Anyways, I have a meeting to attend to in thirty minutes so I'll be taking my leave,"

"I also need to go," Twinkleshine added before giving some finishing touches to Moon Dancer's mane.

"And I need to return to cleaning," Lemon Hearts said as she stood up from her spot before turning to her depressed friend, "You know where the door is, Just exit when you've finished moping about,"

Moon Dancer could only sigh tiredly as her friends once again left her alone, all of them going to their jobs, and finishing their work, while she stayed behind.

Again.

Stumbling into her home, Moon Dancer searched for the light switch in the dark room before shortly giving up and lighting her horn.

She passed the pile of books and papers she worked on for the last few months, all useless seeing as she failed her last test. She passed by a photo she took with her friends when they all entered College, a grimace coming over her face as her eyes looked at the purple Unicorn in the photo.
She passed by her kitchen, noticing the surprisingly clean sink. "At least he's cleaner than me," She thought of her new roommate before sighing once more.

What was the point of trying to be happy when nothing ever went her way?

Her mind briefly flashed back to something Minuette said earlier, obviously to be taken as a joke, and she scoffed.
None of her friends take her issues seriously.

She didn't bother to brush her teeth, she simply climbed up to the second floor, entered her room, crawled into her bed, and closed her eyes.

She shivered for a moment as her body touched the smooth black carapace of her new roommate, his body was cold like a sterilized laboratory, but Moon Dancer didn't have much room to lay on her bed without touching the insect pony that took her place of sleep.

"He wouldn't mind if..." Moon Dancer thought to herself as her legs tiredly tried to wrap around the Stallion, a weak attempt at gaining some control over her own life, even if it was by hugging a sleeping bug.

Just how much more pathetic could she be? Moon Dancer wanted to cry.

And so, almost as if her voice was heard by Harmony itself, her roommate turned his body in his sleep and wrapped his legs around her, Spooning her.

It was an unpleasant feeling, Like getting hugged by a sheet of metal.
But Moon Dancer didn't care, she closed her eyes and sunk into the legs, content at feeling wanted, needed, even if it wasn't real.

Underneath the closed eyelids of the Changeling, many thoughts flowed through the mind of the magical researcher as he wrapped his arms around the Mare, a weak act of pretending to care about her well-being.

After all, what good is Dinner if it's raw and unseasoned?

Moon Dancer was being drained of love, and all Looper had to do in order to keep her love for himself, was to act interested just enough for her to think he cared for her.

As long as she believes he likes her, she will love him wholeheartedly, because Moon Dancer has very few things that she believes like her, and so she latches onto anything that will give her the sense of affection that she's looking for, even if she knows it is false.

Looper wanted to chuckle. If Moon Dancer was a human, she would have succumbed to peer pressure at an early age and died from a drug overdose in the back alley of some no-name street.

She was easy to read.

"How pitiful, Moon Dancer," Looper thought as he felt her love grow stronger as he spooned her.

For a source of food, She was perhaps the best Looper could have gotten after such a short amount of time in Canterlot.

"How pathetic you are..."

Author's Note

Moon Dancer is on a downward spiral that will eventually lead her to becoming what we see in season 5.

Our Bug-Sociopath-Scientist MC is going to be getting his legal documents from the immigration offices next chapter, and then the delve into magic can finally commence!

What sort of inhumane experiments does he have in store for his research? Blood sacrifices? Pagan ritual circles? Lovecraftian symbols etched into crystals with the blood of mice?!

For science of course

Also, Sorry for the late update, Some things got in the way. I think it might have something to do with that 166k-word story I started uploading just a bit before our last update here, but I'm not sure.

Anyway, see you all in another 10 months

You can reread the story if you want to pass the time, it'll only take like 15 minutes to go through all 14k words.

Edit: Back in featured babyyyyyyy!!!!!!! All my stories are like this! Featured instantly after updating, even 10 months after the last update!
That's because I'm the goat!